You

9/27/06

"You"

This is a poem about you.
Who?
You, that's who.
Me? Yeah, you, and you, and you.
It's about your fears.
It's about your dream.
It's about your needs.
Let's start last
  sdrowkcab krow dna
    is that alright with you?
Good.
Your needs. Oops, that's a typo. Because you only
need one thing.
  To be true to yourself and no one else.
  To love yourself (in other words).
  Can you do that? Wait! don't answer it.
  Silly you, always being hasty...
Your dream. Oops, that's another typo.
  See, dreams are limitless, you can have
  as many as you want. Dream you're a dancer,
  a movie star, a teacher, a revolutionary.
  You might dream of being a parent.
  Now that's taking a shortcut to infinity.
  Remember, your child needs
  their own dream, not yours! Besides, a
  dream deferred is really no dream at all.
  I would hate to be the parent whose child
  says to them, "You can't tell me to dream,
  because you have no dream of your own!"
  Ouch.
Your fears. No typo here. Your parents, your
  peers, your future, your failure, your loneliness,
  your love, your loss, your security, your
  success, your potential...
    the unknown.
  do your fear it?
    I don't.
  liar, yes you do, of course you do!
  You're human; you're me.
  I've got to admit; I like writing to you.
It gives me hope, joy, pleasure. It makes me
feel wonderful about myself, makes me feel
good about who I am.
Do you feel good about yourself? Do you
feel special? One-of-a-kind? It's okay if
you don't.
Sometimes, I feel that way too.
That's the funny thing about you
and me. Or should I say
  "I and you."
Sometimes they try to confuse us. They don't
want you to know me. To know that
you and I are more alike than different.
Could you and I be one?
  U and I.
  Why?
  Oh, you. You, you, you. It's always
about you. Never me.
See, negativity. Easy,
isn't it? To separate you from me.
    Let's let them do that. Well, not
    LET'S let them do it, you and I
 should try to stop them, but let's leave all
that dividing business to them.
  Let's get back to focusing on you.
  On me.
  On me focusing on you. God, let's see.
  God, is that we?
  God, now you see.
  God is you.
  God is me.
  rejoice in this simplicity.